They reached the edge of the city, and the wall loomed up ahead. Finally, they slowed. Their rush toward the exit might cause the gatekeepers to shut it, sealing them in. As it was, the stationed guards eyed them suspiciously, probably due to their winded state and sweat stained clothing. Still, they weren’t stopped. Outside the wall, they ran again.
“I can’t…keep this up…much longer,” Markle panted.
“Keep moving,” Frye answered. He sounded a lot less winded, but his stamina had to be high due to his dancing. Markle didn’t have that same advantage.
On this side of the wall, a dense forest loomed in the distance.
“We can find a place to hide there,” Frye said, nodding toward the green backdrop. “It can’t be more than two miles.”
Markle groaned, but kept going. His legs hurt, and each time he landed on his left foot, a stitch ran up his side. He couldn’t take a full breath into his lungs because they burned.